Sayeed Abubakar

Veteran Poet - 1,778 Points (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

Sayeed Abubakar Poems

1. Mind Burnt In Love 4/18/2011
2. My Mind Has Gone Insane 4/30/2011
3. My Heart 5/4/2011
4. My Poems 5/9/2011
5. Song Of A Hero 5/12/2011
6. My Paradise 6/12/2011
7. My Blue-Eyed Dove 6/13/2011
8. No Foe I Have 9/27/2011
9. O My Love Red Red Rose 9/30/2011
10. My Daughter 11/18/2011
11. O Lorena 4/27/2011
12. Lovenama 11/3/2011
13. My Heart Aches 12/7/2011
14. None 12/13/2011
15. Song Of New Year 4/17/2011
16. Valuable And More Valuable 5/20/2012
17. Mad: 3 6/14/2012
18. Mad: 4 6/14/2012
19. Ode To Lorena 6/26/2012
20. Valentine Day 2/15/2014
21. Islamic Songs 7/10/2014
22. Rain And You 9/18/2014
23. It's Time To Fight 12/27/2014
24. Sorrow Of Bud 1/1/2015
25. My Life 4/10/2012
26. Sakira Has Bought An Island 10/4/2011
27. Song Of Skeleton 4/20/2011
28. Songs For Lorena 8/16/2012
29. Shows 3/18/2014
30. They Are Men Too 1/28/2015
31. Sayeed Day: 2 2/14/2015
32. Mother 5/10/2015
33. Poem Of New Year 12/31/2014
34. Prayer Of A Broom 5/17/2012
35. My Mother 9/27/2011
36. Ode To Flower 9/22/2011
37. O Soil 9/26/2011
38. O The Cowboy 3/29/2011
39. Seller 4/13/2011
40. Shadow Of A Black Dog 10/1/2011
Best Poem of Sayeed Abubakar

A Strange Boy

An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom
opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world,
and asked in a depressed voice, 'Where have I come? '
I told him the name of the earth.

The boy looked at the corners of the earth
and with wonder and pain, seeing the towns and paths
full of corpses and heart-rending bloods
he further said,
'Tell me how man lives in this hell.'

I said to him, 'Oh, it's a shame!
Where is man in this hell? '


Translated from Bangla by Nazib Wadood


SPANISH VERSION

Un niño extraño

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We The Lovers

The more a fish enters into the depth of water,
the more it feels happy.
The sun feels happy
when it shines fully in the sky.
The more a tree is rooted into soil,
the more it feels happy.
And we the lovers feel happier
when we cry aloud for our beloved.

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